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Chapter 32

The next morning, his phone had blown up. Well, more than Penguin had expected, at least. Killer's video had gotten over a thousand views, more than two hundred likes, and fifteen new comments. He had also gained about fifty new followers. Shit, he knew people would love Killer, but he hadn't expected it to go that fast! The first video had gotten quite a few more likes as well, and both videos had been shared a few times.

Penguin smiled from ear to ear as he read all the new comments. None of them were negative and all praised Killer in one way or another. Penguin was so proud of his boyfriend, and happy he could share it with the world. Today, he would have to tell Killer about it, though. He would show him the comments either during their short break between the two periods of biology they had, or after biology, when Penguin was free, and Killer had a fifteen-minute break. That was Penguin's plan, at least. He couldn't know their biology class that day would take such a dramatic twist.

When he walked into the classroom, Killer had already taken a seat, but to Penguin's relief, the one next to him was still free. Obviously, Drake hadn't arrived yet. Penguin walked over as casually as possible, and sat down next to Killer.

Killer looked up at him, and smiled. "Glad to see you own a turtleneck," he said, barely audible. "I got quite a lecture from Bonney, yesterday."

Penguin chuckled. When he had looked in the mirror that morning, he had noticed the hickeys still weren't completely gone, and so he had decided to wear his turtleneck sweater, even though he didn't really like the shirt all that much. "I think she and Shachi were pretty much the only ones who saw it though," Penguin answered quietly. "At least the only ones who said anything about it." He took his book, notebook, and pencil case out of his backpack and placed them on his desk.

Killer hummed, pleased. "Good."

Penguin opened his book and notebook to the right page, thinking of how he would tell Killer about the TikTok account. He kind of wanted to tell him right now, but maybe this was not the right moment, with everyone still walking around them. Maybe it would be best to wait until after biology, though Penguin wasn't sure he would be able to wait that long. He was too excited about it and wanted to show Killer so badly.

He heard someone chuckle next to him. "Tell me you've never seen a girl naked, without telling me you've never seen a girl naked."

Awoken from his thought, Penguin looked up at Hewitt, the classmate who standing beside his desk. What the hell was he talking about? The boy looked down, past Penguin's face, towards his desk. Drake came standing behind him, and looked over his shoulder down at Penguin's notebook as well.

He also let out a chuckle. "That's because it's not a girl…"

Penguin followed their gaze and saw the drawing he had made in his biology notebook, the day before. His eyes widened and he quickly shut his notebook.

"Not a girl?" Hewitt repeated confused. "I think it's supposed to be… they had long hair."

Shit, shit, shit! Penguin could feel Killer's eyes on him. He probably hadn't seen the drawing, as he was sitting on the other side of Penguin, but still…

"Not everyone with long hair is a girl," Drake pointed out.

"It's just a fantasy character, okay?" Penguin said. "And it's private, so move along."

Hewitt snorted. "It still didn't really look like a girl," he commented, before walking on.

Drake just smirked, glanced at Killer, and then looked back at Penguin. "I think your drawing looked pretty accurate."

Penguin looked away from him, crossing his arms on top of his notebook. "Thanks," he said, unamused.

"Can I see?" Killer asked.

Penguin didn't look at him. "No."

"Why not, Penguin?" Drake said teasingly.

Penguin gritted his teeth. "Fuck off, Drake."

"Language, mister Trafalgar," the teacher commented as he walked past them. Fortunately, that was a sign for Drake to take place at his desk, and the class started.

Killer leaned a little closer and whispered again, "Can I see it?"

Penguin kept looking at the teacher, as he leaned in as well and whispered back, "No."

"Why not?" Killer tried.

"Because it's embarrassing."

"Why? What kind of fantasy character did you draw?"

Penguin looked at his boyfriend. Was he really that clueless? "A very hot one," he answered with a cheeky smile. "You couldn't handle it."

Killer looked at him with raised eyebrows for a few seconds, and then shook his head. "You're weird."

"And you like it," Penguin whispered back. He got a playful kick against his leg as reply.

When their short break started, Killer announced that he had to pee, and got up to go to the toilet immediately, much to Penguin's disappointment, as he wanted to talk to him. Well, it could wait until afterwards, he guessed.

Killer had barely left the classroom, when Drake asked for Penguin's attention again. "Hey Penguin," he said nowhere near quietly. "Isn't this your father? Does he really look like that?"

Penguin looked around, and saw that Drake, who was sitting on the other side of the isle, one row behind him, was holding up his phone to him. Leaning closer, Penguin saw it was showing a picture of Law, lying on his bed, wearing nothing more than his underwear, and smirking at the camera. Penguin's eyes widened. "What the hell, Drake?!" He could only stare at the picture of his father. There was no mistake it was him, tattoos and all visible. "Where the fuck did you get that picture?" He realized too late that his exclamations had attracted the attention of half the class.

Drake grinned and shrugged. "Grindr."

His father was on Grindr? Penguin's face did nothing to hide the disgust he felt. But then he turned to Drake again. "Why are you on Grindr?"

Drake blushed slightly, but shrugged again. "I was curious."

"Don't you have to be eighteen or older to have an account?"

Drake raised his eyebrows. "You can pretend to be eighteen on the internet even if you aren't, you know," he said, as if Penguin was stupid. "But you didn't answer my question. Does he really look like that?"

"Can I see?" Another boy, Cabaji, asked Drake, and the latter gave him his phone.

Penguin clenched his teeth. "Yes, he really looks like that, unfortunately."

Drake clicked his tongue. "Damn."

"I wanna see," Adele said from Penguin's other side. "Drake, send me the picture."

"Sure," Drake answered. "As soon as I get my phone back." He looked at Cabaji, who was currently showing the picture to his neighbor.

Penguin groaned. "Please don't." But the phone was passed back, and soon the girls in front of him were looking at the picture as well.

"Damn, your dad is hot, Penguin," Adele said.

Her friend, Sora, nodded and added quietly, "He's a DILF."

"Ew, stop!" Penguin said, disgusted, and his face the color of a tomato. Sure, his father wasn't ugly, but he'd never thought of him as attractive before. Especially not to a bunch of teenagers.

"This picture's from Grindr, though," Adele looked sadly at her friend. "So, he's probably gay."

"He's got Penguin, so he could be bi, right?" Sora replied, before turning to Penguin. "Or are you adopted?"

At the same time another classmate asked. "Your father's gay?"

Penguin tried to pull his cap as far over his head as possible. "No, I'm not adopted. Yes, he's gay. Please, remove that picture."

Drake leaned a little closer to him, and spoke quietly, "So, is your dad free tonight?"

Penguin chose to ignore him, as the comment made him feel sick.

"Isn't it weird to have a gay dad?" Ross joined the discussion.

"Why would it be weird?" Penguin asked, glad at least they weren't talking about how hot his father was anymore.

Ross shrugged. "Don't know. Seems weird to not have a dad who understands your attraction to girls."

Drake snorted and said smugly, and obscenely loud, "Oh, don't you know? Penguin is gay too."

If possible, Penguin got even redder. "Shut the fuck up, Drake. I'm not gay, I'm pansexual." His heart was racing in his chest. Sure, he'd never been hiding it, but to say it out loud in front of the whole class, was something else entirely.

A short silence fell, which was almost immediately broken by Killer, who had apparently just returned from the toilet. He cleared his throat. "What's this about then?" he said, as he sat down. It seemed calm, but Penguin could feel his nervousness radiating off of him. Killer was probably afraid of what the answer to that question might be. Afraid it might have something to do with him. But for once, this wasn't the case.

"Have you seen Penguin's dad?" Sora asked Killer.

"Yeah, I've seen him," Killer answered. But before he had finished his sentence, she had already pushed her phone in front of his face. Killer looked at the photo and choked. "What the hell?"

He looked at Penguin, but Penguin looked away and hid his face in his arms on his desk. "Apparently, he's on Grindr," he said as an explanation, a tormented tone to his voice.

Killer was quiet for a moment, until he said quietly, "Who found him there?"

"Drake," Penguin answered, already getting angry at the ginger again. Why the hell did he have to spread that picture of his father? No, actually, he was angry with his father. Why the hell was he on Grindr? Didn't he have a thing going on with Kid?

"Drake is gay?" Killer asked surprised.

Penguin looked up at his boyfriend to see if he was serious. He was stunned to see it looked like he was. "Jesus, Killer," he said, and then lowered his voice, so his classmates wouldn't hear him. Fortunately for him, most of them had already began talking among themselves again, a lot of them looking at their phones. "Did you already forget he flirted with you?"

Killer shrugged. "That was innocent, it could have been a joke. It doesn't necessarily mean he's gay."

Penguin groaned. Killer and his non-existing gaydar, it was a little frustrating. "He's gay, alright." Penguin said. "Or at least not straight."

The class had started again a few minutes ago, when Killer overheard the boys behind him talk.

"Did you hear what Penguin said?" Mohji said quietly to his neighbor. "About his sexuality?"

"Yeah… pansexual?" Cabaji snorted. "What does that even mean?"

"I swear, they're just making things up now," his friend replied.

Killer felt anger building up inside him. How dared they say that? His thumb started fidgeting with his pen, making a soft clicking sound. He tried to take a deep breath to calm himself down.

"But really," Cabaji continued. "The LGBT…ABC… whatever community, half the alphabet, they want a P now too?"

"I think they're saving up until they can claim the whole alphabet, so they can claim they're normal," Mohji spoke. "And then we'll be the outsiders, you mark my words."

"They're already almost looking at you as if something's wrong with you when you're straight – when you're normal."

The clicking of Killer's pen sped up, while he gritted his teeth.

"Yeah, what the hell, man? They're the ones who are weird, not us!" Mohji huffed. "They're just trying to be edgy; they just want attention."

"Obviously," was Cabaji's reply. "Don't get me wrong, I've got nothing against gay people, as long as they're just acting normal, you know? And figure out if you're gay or straight, don't go making up new things just because you're confused."

It took all Killer's willpower to not turn around and smash Cabaji's head against his desk. Fuck those guys. He was pressing the thrust device of his pen so hard that it almost broke.

"I know right? Really, attention seekers… If you're gay, fine, but don't bother me with it. You know, just keep it to yourself. And anything else is just… plain weird."

"Though, honestly, it doesn't surprise me when it comes from Penguin. He's pretty weird to start with. Figures he comes up with something ridiculous like that."

"Especially when you've got a dad who is that kind of gay."

Before Killer realized what he was doing, he had turned around and smashed his fist, still holding the pen, down on Mohji's desk. The point of the pen ended up in the desk between his fingers, missing his hand by a hair. Killer's eyes breathed fire. "That's enough, you fucking ignorant, simple minded, self-centered assholes!"

Mohji stared with big eyes at the pen between his fingers. The impact had been so harsh that it had buried itself into the wood of his desk. You could see in his eyes that he imagined what would have happened to his hand if the pen had landed only a little farther.

"You have no idea what you're talking about!" Killer hissed, slowly becoming aware that the whole class was looking at him, but too angry to care. "And you have no right to talk like that!"

"What the hell, dude?" Cabaji finally exclaimed, also looking in horror at his friend's hand.

"That's enough, Killer," The sound of his teacher's voice came from right beside him, and a second later Killer felt his hand on his shoulder.

He snapped his head up at the teacher, still seeing red. Was his teacher taking their side?!

"Come on, get up," the teacher urged him. "You've escalated things one too many times now."

"Did you hear what they said?!" Killer yelled.

But the man remained calm. "I don't care what they said, there's no reason to act that way. You're going to the principal's office, now."

Killer clenched his jaws together, while he packed his stuff. He glanced at Penguin, who looked at him with big brown eyes. He seemed in shock, but there was also something else in his eyes… Killer would almost say it was arousal.

"Yeah, take him away, Sir," Cabaji said, as if he was completely innocent. "This behavior is unacceptable!"

Killer tried to ignore him as he stood up and heaved his bag over his shoulder, ready to leave the classroom. His pen was still stuck in the desk, but Killer decided to leave it there as a warning.

"Yeah, what the hell, man," Mohji spoke for the first time since he'd been attacked. "Are you gay or something?"

Killer's fist collided with his face before the teacher could stop him, rage running like a fire through his whole body. Rage, or panic. He didn't know the difference anymore. It might have been a combination of both. The end result was the same.

"Goddammit, Killer!" The teacher grabbed both his arms and pulled him back. "Out, now!" he yelled furiously. He pushed Killer towards the door, giving him a stern look.

As Killer walked towards the exit of the classroom, he saw the teacher looking at Mohji and asking him if he was okay. The guy held his hand up to his jaw, but nodded slowly. The teacher said something to the both of them, which Killer couldn't hear anymore, after which he turned to Killer and quickly came after him. "Out!" he said again, gesturing to the door.

When both of them had exited the classroom, the teacher closed the door behind them. "What the hell were you thinking?!" he said, anger still evident in his voice.

Killer didn't answer. He was still angry, but slowly it subsided and made place for fear. Fear that he'd been found out. The whole class had seen how he reacted, and the whole class had heard Mohji's last question. Did they all think he was gay now? What if the whole class thought like those two idiots? Even if it was in a lesser degree. How would they look at him now? Of course, he didn't really care about the opinions of most of his classmates, as long as he wasn't treated any differently. He was just afraid it would reach the whole school now, and his friends would hear, and eventually his father as well.

But still, he didn't regret putting those guys in their place. They shouldn't have talked about Penguin like that. Or any of the other stuff they said.

"That's right, you didn't think," the teacher answered for him. He gave Killer a soft push in the direction of the principal's office, while Killer was already walking in that direction.

When they were almost there, the teacher spoke again, clearly still angry. "I don't think I want to see you in my class for a while." He sighed. "But your punishment will be decided by Principal Shakky." He knocked on the door of said principal's office and then entered, pushing Killer in first. "Guess who's back?"

TBC~!